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Originally Posted by MadMax
I wouldn't live down there unless I had my own well equipped submarine
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I always assumed that you already had one.
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Originally Posted by Greenguy
Nothing like 30 or 40 drunks annoying the sober guy
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I know what it's like to be the sober guy. I didn't drink until a few months before 21st b-day. I was in the army at the time and owned a '73 Cadillac limousine. What's better than a designated driver with a high passenger vehicle? Needless to say, my barracks mates loved me on the weekends. I was suddenly every drunk's best friend. One night, as we cruised back on to lovely Ford Hood ("The Great Place"), we were confronted by a roadblock. Seemed as if every fucking MP from Hood was there at 3am. They had a long twisty course of orange road cones set up and had those motherfucking generator powered lights running along the road, each one twice as bright as the sun on its best day. I rolled slowly up to the first sentinel and stopped. I hade 7 drunks packed in the back acting like complete assholes. Being that I was amongst drunks and everything smelled like booze breath, the MP expressed that he didn't believe my claim of complete sobriety. He said something to the tune of, "Drive this coarse slowly, but without stopping. An MP at the other end will arrest you when you are done running over the cones." I swear, those friggin' cones could not have been closer together without rubbing. Anyway. I took the course without even scraping the cones, which was feat in itself do to the size of the vehicle. The MPs must have realized that too, because a group of them gave me a standing ovation at the end and waved me on.
Anyway, the wife and I are heading to a party in Connecticut sometime soon, so I have to drag my ass for face the consequences. Booyaa!